On some wintry morning, I saw a bird on my front lawn. It was a very still bird with greyish feathers and a strange demeanour. A flightless bird. One who had scattered feathers everywhere around it on the green grass. An upside-down bird. Curiously and soundly asleep among the everyday happenings of a Wednesday. ButContinue reading “It’s Just a Flightless Bird”
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Heart Wrapped Up in Tin Foil
Last night, I had a dream. I found an old suitcase in a dimly lit Victorian room reminiscent of those seen in horror game mansions. The darkness shied away from the candle on the nightstand, and I sat on the wooden floorboards, wondering what was in the tattered suitcase. My hand approached the lid slowly,Continue reading “Heart Wrapped Up in Tin Foil”
The Turn-Tale Heart
I’m stuck. I’m stuck. I’m stuck. I hear your heartbeat from under the floorboards Tormenting me in my sleep and in my wake. It’s not real, I know it’s in my head Because I am alive and breathing, And you are not. Get out. Get out. GET OUT. It’s daytime, you don’t belong here, SoContinue reading “The Turn-Tale Heart”
Conversations in my head
Hello world (wide web)! It’s been a while – so long that I don’t remember the last thing I posted. It’s not even because I was procrastinating, honest! Usually, blogs start and its owner will have the nerve to stop posting one day. They start off strong, but the code eventually stops and you findContinue reading “Conversations in my head”
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